Page 69 of Bishop's Flight
“You’re generous.” She smiled at him. “But no. I’ll find my way home. Cheers.” She didn’t know if Oleg knew the locations of Agnes and Rose’s safe houses, and she wasn’t going to give them away. “I’ll call for a taxi.”
He spread his hands. “At least let us take you to the correct area of town. It might be difficult to find a taxi going that direction this time of night.”
Mika had a point. She could have them drop her off at the corner store a mile from the house. That wouldn’t be enough for them to get a location. “That’d be much appreciated.” Brigid nodded. “Thank you.”
Lucas is on a boat.That’s why they hadn’t been able to find him. He was on a boat in Lake Mead. It might even be a houseboat they were keeping docked somewhere isolated enough to keep anyone from asking questions but close enough that they could get supplies.
Agnes and Rose couldn’t find him in the water, but that didn’t matter, because Brigid finally knew.
She stared out the darkened back window of the car, wishing the man would drive faster. She’d never cut things this close in a foreign city, and she was starting to regret taking the chance and not taking Mika up on his offer of a safe room.
Carwyn is going to worry.
“I can drop you off at your house, yes?” The driver was a human with a thick Russian accent.
“Just at the corner please.” She leaned forward and looked out the front window. “I don’t know if this is the right direction.” She wasn’t that familiar with the city, but it looked like they were circling around the lake, not headed back toward Las Vegas.
“Is right direction. I have map, Brigid Connor.”
God save her from human men who wouldn’t ask for directions even an hour before dawn. “I think we need to be heading north. We’re going east.”
“Road curves around. It’s okay. I know. I know.”
She kept her eyes on the road. He turned right, then left, past a subdivision of houses and toward a dark road that quickly led into an industrial area of town. There were warehouses on both sides and nothing that looked like they were headed into the city.
“Where are you taking me?” She frowned. “This isn’t the right way.”
“No? You know the city better than me?” He pulled over and brought out a map. “Come.” He waved her toward him. “You show me the neighborhood, okay? You show me where to go.”
She did it without thinking. He was human. He was one of Oleg’s. He couldn’t be a threat.
The pinch of metal at her neck and the buzzing jolt of electricity was enough to remind her that humans had weapons too.
Everything in her body lit up for a brilliant millisecond, and then her amnis reacted to the jolt of the Taser current and her fire exploded outward in a massive ring, incinerating the driver, the car, and everything around them.
Brigid’s vision went black.
Twenty-Two
Carwyn felt a jolt of panic in his blood. “Lee!”
He’d been pacing the house, worried that Brigid was going to have to shelter somewhere else for the day. She wasn’t back. She’d said that she had a question for Oleg that would only take fifteen minutes. Thirty minutes had come and gone, but he hadn’t panicked. She knew her own limits. She’d be home.
It was forty minutes before dawn when he felt it.
“Lee!” He stormed out of the day chamber and banged on the human’s door.
Lee opened it, rubbing his eyes. “Seriously? I finally got to sleep like five minutes—”
“Brigid isn’t back.”
Lee glanced at the window. “It’s still dark.”
“She’s in trouble.” He headed for the door, but the human ran after him.
“What are you doing?” Lee shouted. “You can’t be out when the sun rises over that horizon! You can’t get anywhere in town in a half an hour.”
“Ifelther.” He turned and pounded a fist over his heart. “I felt her in my blood. Panic, then nothing. Something happened.”
